I cant describe my feeling of loneliness,
a bottomless black pit of nothing but me,
Sing me a beautiful melody of piano keys,
Something just for me,

Its silent as you fall to sleep one last time,
The poison i put in your tea feeling just fine,
The quakes and purges done for the night,
You wont have a chance at flight,

I thought i would feel sad, sorry or maybe happy,
but its nothing as you turn on your side, one last time sighing,
I feel nothing as your breaths become erratic,
slipping past the edge, i dont feel panic

You always used to say, what would you ever do without me?
Id probably be happy, if you had just leaved,
Now youve taken your last breath,
And now everything is a murderous calm,

I lie in my bed, listening to the silence,
the voices in my head finally silent,
I could walk in there, take satisfaction,
in the fact that your dead, and no longer living,

But youd probably roll over,
and haunt me in your room,
within my nightmares,
their never over too soon,

A faint pungent smell enters my room,
and my nose and stomach revolt at the odor,
I plug my nose and enter your room,
Where i see your bowels have emptied, leaving you lieing in clutter,

I bite my lip, wondering what to do now?
I look at the tea cup, still half full,
and grab the smooth china cup,
bringing my death to my lips,

Somehow i got back in my room,
lieing on my bed is comforting,
i feel calm and relaxed for once,
Slipping over the edge into the abyss isnt daunting.